This heart bleeds due to love,
This love enters the folds of the Universe,
And my heart has served its purpose.
Then death collects its sayings,
Deeds are originated from the clay,
As each son of Adam is worth himself.
The sons of men are like excellent ones,
The daughters of mothers are special,
And the fathers and mothers
Will leave the trees of the fruit
And obey the righteous people and saints.
This heart has bled from too much opinion,
Opinion has collected due to sayings,
As more hearts of philosophy and theology
Create a new blood vessel, new arteries
For the acts and accusations,
For the bent brotherhood and the spent
Sisterhood, little has been done and said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem